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For the past 2 summers, I have promised Dutchess Bull that I would taker her swimming at Grandma Debbie’s house. Several years ago we used to take Dutchess and Bogie swimming frequently. Dutchess was and still is a very good swimmer and Mr. Bogie was an amazing diver, but not such a strong swimmer. For no particularly good reason, we have not taken the babies swimming over the past 2 summers, but today that changed. Taking Dutchess was truly old hat, as she loves to swim, but taking the Bostons was a new adventure. Alex did take Fenway swimming last summer, but only briefly and he seemed to dislike it. That is still true.

Once we arrived at Grandma’s to swim, Dutchess took to the water and never missed a lick. She has slowed a little since she is older, but is still a very good swimmer. The boys were a different story. Gulliver attempted to swim, but basically just slapped at the water and refused to use his back legs. Gulliver would drown if left alone. Fenway was no better, but did not seem to enjoy even making an effort. Luckily, we had a plan B. This past weekend we picked up a cheap inflatable boat at the mall. Now the boat says sweet girl on it, but we just figured the boys would not care. Fenway loved the boat. We put him in it and he just floated around like he was at a resort. Since we only had one boat, Alex, Whitley and I took turns holding Gulliver as he floated on a smaller floatie. Gulliver loved to float half in the water and at one point appeared to be falling asleep in Whit’s arms. Whitley was very good with the boys in the pool.

We all swam, floated and chased invisible monster for about 1 hour and then decided to call it a day. Dutchess had a blast and got some good exercise. The boys discovered their secret calling is to be lounge puppies at a resort. They seemed to suggest a cabana boy and puptail were in order for next time. I on the other hand was an anxious wreck, worrying myself to death over nothing. Alex was her normal steely self and as she predicted, all turned out OK. Dutchess and the boys are now back home sleeping after their big adventure. Oooh what a day!

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You might wonder what a wayward turtle and cupcakes have in common? This past weekend Alex and I had one amazing weekend. Friday we went to Three Dog Bakery in Southlake and ordered up some new treats for the fur babies. After procuring puppy happiness, we spent a little time shopping at Grapevine Mills followed by dinner at Buca di Beppo. Since having my Lap Band, I cannot eat the portions Buca serves, but I was in luck now that they serve two different portion sizes. My favorite entree there is pizza! Surprised? Probably not!

Saturday we woke up and after spending some time with the babies, decided to head up to the shopping area off of Heritage Trace in north Fort Worth. With the exception of an “incident” at Sam Moon, we had a great time. We did some more shopping at JC Penney’s and for the first time in many years I was able to fit into a 2X shirt. Now, the 2X was not flattering but it did fit. It is the little things like this that make having my Band worth it. Before we shopped we ate lunch at Olive Garden and had a wonderful waiter named Hedey. His name he told us was Brazilian, but he was Mexican. Hedey was one of the nicest servers we have had in some time. I always try to call servers by their name and make sure they know that the service they provide is both appreciated and important.

After lunch and shopping, we left JC Penney and on the drive out, we saw the little guy in the above photo. I am not sure where he came from since there was no water nearby. Alex, me and another nice family spent some time snapping photos and getting chased around by Mr. Turtle, but eventually we decided the best thing to do was to put him on the other side of a work fence as far from the road as possible. I hope Mr. Turtle made it home wherever that is. After rescuing the wayward turtle, we enjoyed the sweets you see pictured above from Sweet Spot Bakery. Honestly, the ding dong concoction was a little too sweet for me, but the red velvet cupcake was good and the place decorated very cutely.

After we finished our sweets, we did some more shopping and came home to spend some time with our babies. We were home for a few hours until time to leave to meet our friends at the Royal Falcon Pub. We spent several hours at the Royal Falcon learning about sordid affairs, rumours and other generally good gossip (God forgive me). Around 2 A.M. we finally made it home and after enduring an hour or so of puppynami, we all finally went to sleep. What an amazing couple of days with my best friend in the entire world!

Most loving fur parents will tell you that writing about or describing their babies concisely is difficult. Alex and I adopted our sweet Dutchess Bull in the summer of 2001 shortly after she competed in the Miss Texas pageant for the last time. We knew that we loved one another and would be together furever and also knew that our yellow labrador Princess needed a playmate. I will never forget going to Pets Mart on the day we found our precious little Bull. The animal rescue group, Friends For Animals, from whom we had adopted Princess, was there and had a litter of 3 small black lab mix puppies: Faith, Hope and Love. Dutchess was named Hope and Alex simply fell in love with her from the beginning. We left to go get Princess and returned to see if the two would get along. They did well together at the store and so began a sweet chapter of our life: the chapter of Da Bull!

Everything was just fine until we get home with the two pups. Dutchess was considerably smaller than Princess being just 3 months old. The two began to play and frolic but that quickly turned into puppy mayhem as Princess held poor Dutchess at bay under the futon. I quickly broke down into tears knowing that we had made a terrible decision and Dutchess would have to be returned. As with all things, my wife calmed me down and the two pups settled into a routine. That year was 2001 and Dutchess is now a ten year old queen of the house whom I love very much.

It is impossible for me to describe what Dutchess has meant to me personally. People often say that pets teach us how to love and no truer words have been spoken. Whether I am gone 5 minutes or 5 days, Dutchess is happy to see me just like it were the first time in a very long time. Dutchess does not know how to hate or judge, but only how to love and accept. I have spent many years trying to emulate the sort of love she and her brothers show us continually. Over the past decade, Dutchess has endured her crazy brother Bogie who left us in February 2010 and now somehow manages to suffer through the daily abuse of two crazy Boston Terriers. There is no doubt that Dutchess is in charge and that we are living in Bull’s House! I love you baby Bull now and furever!